Don’t ever read In Cold Blood if you ever plan on writing anything again. EVER.
It’s a master-class in prose, labyrinthine blocks of text that hang effortlessly in the air. Compound that with the level of research that went into it, the pure journalistic wildfire of it all.
I was feeling proud of my little tale of sword-fights and dinosaurs. But now – completely humbled. Important perspective, but damn.
2 thoughts on “In Cold Blood”
Yeah, reading the masters is always humbling.
Good to know, thanks. Although, I feel that way with a lot of my favorite authors.